“What I did was natural, too, sire – for one born with my appetite for members of my own sex!” she wailed nasally. “Please be merciful to an old lesbian, sire! I didn't realize what I was doing!”
“You took that which wasn't yours to have.” His tone was cold, unrelenting. “You robbed me – and those who rob me are my enemies.”
“No, sire! I worked hard aboard ship! I'm as strong as any man! Mercy, sire!”
“Your inborn hatred of the true male shall be your punishment. Since you loathe human males and consider yourself their sexual equal, I sentence you to a death by sexual intercourse with a male of a different species. Take her to the gorilla cage and wait until I join you there before beginning the entertainment her death will provide!”
They dragged her out of the room, shrieking insanely with terror and screaming insults while she struggled wildly to get free of the guards' firm hold upon her unfeminine strength. Bullpole watched her departure with a curled lip.
Having leaped to a nearby guard from the captain's body when he was being taken away, I now hurtled across the space separating the brawny guard from the mammoth Bullpole, landing deftly upon that great man so lightly that he never felt my presence.
“Notify my usual entourage to be ready to accompany me to the entertainments of both that creature and the young man,” he ordered, and the guard nodded, leaving the room instantly. A few moments later, Bullpole rose to his feet with some effort and waddled across the room, entering a suite more bizarrely and beautifully furnished than anywhere else in the castle. Here, he drank some wine, ate a few pieces of fruit and studied himself in a flawless mirror, smiling blandly at his reflection.
“Ah, well, Bullpole,” he said chuckling. “You've come a distance indeed from the days of Madrid gutters and a whoring sister's maternal care! Now there are more young innocents awaiting your attention. But first, the punishments to educate all others to the importance of carrying out orders to the letter!”
He left the suite, following a descending stairway that led to a broad balcony extending out from the main building of that wing of the palace. On one side it overlooked a small arena. On the other, it overlooked an enclosure of steel bars in which a huge gorilla sat broodingly, his tiny eyes glaring up when he saw Bullpole join the two beautiful young women awaiting him. Behind the young women robed in silken gowns that displayed the perfection of their lushly curved bodies, stood more female attendants, also exceptionally beautiful and well shaped in flimsy tunics of a simpler cloth that showed off their female forms.
Bullpole seated himself between the two beauties, turning to the brunette, whose serene features bore hardly a trace of emotion but in whose dark eyes a heated light flickered excitedly.
“Expose yourself to the beast,” Bullpole ordered. “Excite him with your talented motions.”
The brunette allowed her gown to fall to her ankles, revealing a body whose curves and fullnesses were sheer temptation. Raising her slender arms, she began dancing expertly, the low stone railing not barring the sight of her naked form from the beady eyes of the gorilla who, whimpering hoarsely, clutched the steel bars with his hairy fists.
She pranced and whirled and twisted in a poetry of nude provocation, offering her firm heavy breasts toward the staring simian, jiggling the nippled mounds at him with lewd generosity – undulating her hips and thrusting her chubby, hair-covered triangle with its partially hidden slit at him in a searing motion of surrender that quickly made the creature howl deeply with bestial lust as he shook the steel bars in frustration.
Apparently the gorilla had been conditioned to desire human females and this taunting display was working him up to a feverish pitch. He bellowed his lust angrily, never taking his tiny eyes from the naked girl as she went through a sensual dance that included every motion known to the female during sexual intercourse – and when she had finished, the beast was aflame with animal desire and raging to reach her.
“Bring in the other creature,” called Bullpole to the guards waiting below. “Let the entertainment start now.”
They dragged the now naked lesbian to the cage and hurled her into a far end of it, slamming the gate behind her and locking it securely. The gorilla, hearing the sound, turned and saw the naked woman cowering at the distant end of his prison. With a grumbled series of animal noises he dropped to a crouching run – going straight toward the helpless lesbian.
She only had time to scream once before the powerfully-muscled beast had reached her, shoved her to the concrete flooring and was greedily stabbing his long penis at her crotch, forcing his hairy body between her flailing legs and succeeding in finding her hole – plunging his organ into it with a savage thrust that tore a long, piercing shriek of pain and fear from the hapless lesbian's throat.
Furiously, the gorilla raped her in steady driving thrusts that ripped and shredded her cunt into bloody rawness as the great animal vented his lust upon her comparatively frail body, grunting heatedly with each pumping spasm he made.
“Please,” murmured Bullpole, gesturing to the plump blonde on his other side. “Now, please.”
Reaching over, she took his penis out from the robe he wore – and I instantly saw why he was very aptly called Bullpole. That penis was indeed worthy of the most virile bull on earth. A huge, thick club of a penis tipped with a monstrous plum-shaped head. A penis so large and so long it seemed almost too obscenely big even connected to a man as immense as Bullpole.
Then I noticed the unusually broad mouth on the blonde. A peculiarly wide-lipped mouth that now dipped, opened and swallowed the plum-shaped tip of Bullpole's giant organ as the girl went down on it, sucking noisily.
Her jaws worked laboriously as they engulfed the thick column of rigid muscle upon which her straining mouth rode up and down in tiny movements that gave Bullpole pleasure, judging from the blissful expression that came over his stern features. His eyes narrowed as he watched the lesbian being cruelly assaulted by the insatiable beast in the cage. And all the time he was observing the rape taking place, the blonde girl performed orally upon his distended organ until, with a series of barely audible grunts, his juices gushed into her throat, and he visibly relaxed – patting her head as she lifted her greasy lips from his swollen member, still swallowing the last traces of the fulsome discharge.
“Very nice, my dear,” he murmured. “Most enjoyable!”
Now the gorilla was mauling the lesbian, whose head lolled loosely, her neck having been broken during the violence of the attack. Bullpole made a brief gesture and the guards drove the beast to a corner of the cage while others removed the body of the ill-fated lesbian.
Bullpole shifted position, turning his attention into the small arena.
“Begin the punishment,” he ordered clearly.
Guards who had been awaiting this command went into action immediately, bringing out a frightened, white faced Ignacio and tying him firmly to a large upright log, binding his arms to his sides and tearing his ragged clothing from his gleaming torso until he stood entirely nude in the blazing sunlight, squinting nervously in all directions.
Then from a gate in the wall of the arena guards brought a line of unkempt, stumbling rabble that must have been imprisoned in some dark dungeon because they blinked painfully against the brilliant light of day, crowding clumsily into one another as they were prodded and pushed to where Ignacio stood bound to the stake. Seeing his nakedness, they began making strange little noises of excitement – their degenerate faces becoming animated with excitement, lust gleaming in their eyes as they stared at his lengthy penis hanging limply down over his full testicles nestled in the matted thicket of black pubic hair. Jabbering and nudging each other, the line of obvious perverts snickered and giggled with unrestrained glee, every pair of eyes glued to the young man's genitals..